The Cask of Amontillado

By Edgar Allan Poe

The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled — but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation.

He had a weak point — this Fortunato — although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity, to practise imposture upon the British and Austrian millionaires. In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quack, but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him materially; —I was skillful in the Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could.

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A sacrificial fuck on Halloween night

Here’s another  shoot from the archives at Bound Gods. In this one, Master Avery ties up Alessio Romero and gives him a sacrificial fuck on Halloween night in “My Master’s Master – Halloween Update.”

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Master Avery’s favorite day of the year is Halloween. The day he performs a ritual in which he ties up his victim on the satanic pentagram. Hoping to wake up his master, the infamous Baphomet, Master Avery sacrifices Alessio Romero’s body with hot wax, a double flogging, and the single tail. As the final offering to the master’s master, Alessio is fucked hard in tight bondage and made to cum on the satanic symbol. Fuck yeah!

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The WORC Program – Part 18

By Joshua Ryan

The rest of the winter … What happened? Nothing. Not even another trip to the bedroom. Bottom line: I was still a workie. I was still a house servant. I was owned by the current partner of my former partner. They had their breakfast, lunch, gym, dinner, movies, friends. I cleaned up after them. I also got up on the long ladder and dug out the gutters. I dragged the dead possum out of the storm drain. Cicero paddled me for stealing a cookie that was supposed to go on Jerry’s birthday cake. My only hope was that Mike and Jerry were hazing me, using me, shaming me, until one day they’d decide to let me go. If I could have shamed myself more, I would have, just to get this to end. I would have worn a leash every day. I would have slobbered at their feet. I would have begged them to rape me. But maybe that would just have made them want to keep me. Yeah, and maybe their favorite way of torturing me was to let me think they’d forgot all about me.

OK, eventually they’d get tired of that. Wouldn’t they? And then they’d let me go. I wished I had somebody to help me figure things out. I wished I had somebody to touch and make love to. I wished I was back with Ace. But if I was ever gonna get out of this, I had to stay in the House and live with a bunch of dumb hopeless faggots and bust my ass to keep Mike and Jerry’s toilets clean.

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A captive wakes up in bondage

A muscular young man wakes from a dream to find himself tied to a cold, metal table instead of his warm bed. Still groggy and confused, he struggles and moans through a gag as a masked man enters and starts to fondle and grope his sexy, firm body, then begins to rip and cut his clothes. He’s helpless to defend himself as the man slowly exposes his smooth, muscular chest, thick thighs and bulging biceps. The helpless young man grows silent with fear as the man cuts away his briefs to get at his big dick and full, ripe balls.

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